92 Double-edged Sword of Honesty

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense as Morgan's piercing gaze locked onto Melody. The weight of his scrutiny felt suffocating, as if he were peering into the depths of her soul, searching for any hint of vulnerability.

The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down her spine, his unwavering stare was conveying a mix of curiosity, suspicion, and a simmering anger beneath the surface.

Time seemed to slow down as the seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity.

Melody could almost hear the sound of her own heartbeat, loud and erratic, echoing in her ears. She resisted the urge to break eye contact, determined to hold her ground despite the waves of unease coursing through her.

With a deep breath, she spoke, her voice steady and unwavering. She looked straight into his eyes, not flinching for a moment, her voice calm and composed. "It's not just about giving up my job, Morgan," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.